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<span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"><br />It has been about a year since I last blogged, but I am back now. My two year journey as a widow has been interesting, challenging and rewarding. My dear three year old puppy, Bella, who is a therapy dog, has been quite a therapy dog to me throughout this time! Over the past year I have embraced my true friends, cherished the wonderful memories my husband and I made and traveled to a few islands including Kauai, Hawaii, Riviera Maya, Punta Cana and Jamaica. Some trips were with friends, the latter was alone and both relaxing and fun once I met the locals!<br /><br />I attempted halfheartedly to date, spent many hours with my lawyer battling estate issues and taken on more unwanted roles in my job at school. Yes, the past two years have been a challenge. But, I have also made many inspiring and uplifting friends, enjoyed new experiences, published two more books, presented to a few schools and adult groups, empowering the listeners, and immersed myself in yoga teacher training.<br /><br />I am certainly a work in progress, and I am alright with that! I always try to find the good in life's more challenging experiences, like losing my husband to cancer. I learned many great lessons from him including how to just relax and not do anything, to always be the better person and to believe good will come from adversity.<br /><br />The latter is a huge focus of mine. I know through my husband I gained many new friends, two step children and opportunities to share our story. Because of Craig's illness and death, I have been able to reach out and help more people, especially adults, cope with their illnesses or losses. I feel I am a more well-rounded and empathetic counselor to my students given all of my experiences of loss, disease and hardship. </span><br style="color: #4e4e4e;" /><br style="color: #4e4e4e;" /><span style="color: blue;">I have set goals like walking five million steps last year (I walked 5.2 million steps) and becoming a yoga instructor this year. Once I am certified to teach yoga, I hope to open my own studio for children to help them improve their mind and bodies. I have a vision and am working hard to bring it to fruition. I believe there is a need for this kind of center for children given the stress they tend to endure at such young ages. My hope is to provide a safe environment that allows the children to relax, learn and grow. None of this would have been a dream or vision of mine had I not lost my husband. My loss will hopefully work in a way to better serve and help children. I do believe. </span></span>Mind Over Matter (M.O.M.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625357879495358862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466517854462110639.post-70319958805162547732016-02-22T12:46:00.000-05:002016-02-22T12:46:02.374-05:00<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">My friend, Sue, recently sent me a reflection about grief that really resonated with me. I do not know the author, but would like to share a few of their thoughts:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">And grief is not something that you complete</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Grief is not a task to finish,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">And move on,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I consider myself newly defined, though different from a year ago, I am better, stronger, more independent and more confident. I did it. I suffered an awful loss after an unnecessary terminal illness. I lost my best friend who was supposed to spend 40 years with me. He promised. He is still with me, just in a different way. I feel his strength. I feel his support. And, yes, sometimes I feel his head nodding in concern saying, "Now Kasey!" </span>Mind Over Matter (M.O.M.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625357879495358862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466517854462110639.post-26576778551013666772016-02-15T12:02:00.001-05:002016-02-15T12:02:33.089-05:00Mind Over Matter: My Seven Stages of Grief: Acceptance and Hope<a href="http://mindovermatterbooks.blogspot.com/2016/02/my-seven-stages-of-grief-acceptance-and.html?spref=bl">Mind Over Matter: My Seven Stages of Grief: Acceptance and Hope</a>: ACCEPTANCE & HOPE During this, the last of the seven stages in this grief model, you learn to accept and deal with the reality of yo...Mind Over Matter (M.O.M.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625357879495358862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466517854462110639.post-60245745207825624722016-02-14T06:00:00.000-05:002016-02-15T12:01:14.554-05:00My Seven Stages of Grief: Acceptance and Hope<div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">During this, the last of the seven stages in this grief model, you learn to accept and deal with the </span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">reality of your situation. Acceptance does not necessarily mean instant happiness. Given the </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">pain and turmoil you have experienced, you can never return to the carefree, untroubled YOU </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">that existed before this tragedy. But you will find a way forward.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">It is Valentine's Day. A day I haven't celebrated since my mother died on it twelve years ago, three days before my parents' 42nd anniversary. They were the icon of unconditional love, mutual respect, complete trust and a strong, loving companionship. They greeted one another with hugs and kisses. They never once argued in front of my sisters and me. I never knew of a fight or disagreement between them. Oh, I yearned for such a relationship for many years before God graced me with Craig. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Craig, I believe, was sent to me by my mother a month after her death which was exactly two years after his mother's death. He was a gift from the very beginning and somehow I knew this! Our relationship was one that may never be repeated for me in my life. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I was spoiled, really spoiled. I could do no wrong, no matter what. We laughed about the very things that cause most couples to argue and fight. We both came from the rare parents who actually loved and cared for one another and showed it. We both yearned for such a relationship after a few failed attempts with others. Craig and I were unique, blessed and truly in love. We accepted each other 100% for who we were without ever attempting to change the other. We </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">sought</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> opportunities to show our affection, to give to the other, to make the other's day more special. We didn't criticize. We never hurt each other intentionally or not. I can't even imagine ever saying a hurtful word to Craig or ever feeling anything negative towards him. That simply wasn't us.</span></span><br />
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Mind Over Matter (M.O.M.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625357879495358862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466517854462110639.post-38032606064161371962016-01-22T20:10:00.000-05:002016-01-27T19:07:02.215-05:00My Seven Stages of Grief: Reconstruction and Working Through<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">RECONSTRUCTION & WORKING THROUGH</span></b><br />
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<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Well, it has been one full year since Craig, my dear husband, passed away. Oh, what a year...</span></b><br />
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<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Fond memories, once-in-a-lifetime experiences and lifelong friends were gained from my relationship with Craig. However, pain, loneliness, hurt, anger and fear occupied part of my being, due to the state of affairs and relationships with which I was left. I always try to see the positive and count my blessings, that is simply the way I was raised. I tried to spend the year dancing, writing, celebrating my husband's life, and, attempting to live life...without him. I knew I was blessed. I knew I had more in eleven years with Craig than most people have in fifty years of marriage. I was grateful. </span></b><br />
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<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have always been an independent woman. I had no problem going to establishments alone, golfing alone, taking walks and biking alone. But, I had my best friend to return to after each excursion. I had my best buddy to share the experience with and, of course, any humor I experienced with each event. This past year I simply came home to a puppy who really didn't want to hear my stories..even the funny ones:(</span></b><br />
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<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">But with each challenge and with every single feeling of pain or loneliness, I was accompanied by more friends, family and support than a person could ever want. I was surrounded, even in my darkest times. They all seemed to know. At times when I would be heading to school on a Friday, knowing the weekend without Craig was here, my girlfriends would text me messages of love and support. On Mondays, when I began my lonely, structured week, my friend would take me for a walk. Weekends that were the loneliest, my family and friends were always wanting to get together to dine and spend time together. Friends called each week to catch up with me. My colleagues were beyond gracious and good to me, always checking in on me. For all of the wonderful people in my life, I am forever grateful. </span></b><br />
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<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Yes, it was a difficult and trying year, but it was also a year of growth. You never know your potential until you are put to the test. Apparently, after all of these years thinking I could never live alone, I guess I can. I don't prefer it, I just know now that I CAN actually live alone. I also learned that I can celebrate my birthday and holidays without Craig being there with me physically. He was certainly the king of fun, but somehow I made it through all of the celebrations without him and was somehow able to enjoy myself. Maybe he was there with me in spirit. I would like to believe that is true.</span></b><br />
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<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am forever grateful for the life I had with Craig. No one can take away the memories we made together. I am also grateful for my insistent need to take photos and selfies everywhere we went. No one can take those away either. I was certainly blessed with experiences of a lifetime! </span></b><br />
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<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am a better and stronger person because of my loss. I learned about my abilities and strengths. I learned I am able to stand up for myself and for what is right. I am independent, but not alone. I am not as domestically challenged as I always thought, or maybe I just got better in order to survive. </span></b><br />
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<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">One thing is for certain, because of Craig, I have not only been changed for the better, but also, I have been changed for good. </span></b><br />
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<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">This weekend I am embracing it three-fold: </span></b><br />
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<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">1. Alone. I will spend his anniversary day alone. I will receive some pampering at a spa, but in essance, I will be alone. This will be a time to reflect, release and regroup. </span></b><br />
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<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">2. Family/Friends. I will spend the evening with my sisters and my one bestie (my rocks). We will imbibe, play games, cry, laugh, share fond Craigee memories and cry some more. </span></b><br />
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<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">3. My new friend. I will finish the weekend with the kind, caring and very understanding man who has been in my life for the past three months. He got through my melt-down in December, so, hell, he can handle anything now:) I think at this point he could write a book about Craig..</span></b><br />
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<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">It is time to move forward, accept my life as it is, be grateful for those who have stayed in my life, accept those who have not and, well, .....just DANCE. </span></b><br />
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<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">My friend sent me this quote on FB and it may always resonate with me: </span></b><br />
<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we should still dance!"</span></b><br />
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<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">So, with this anniversary of the loss of the life of my dear husband, I encourage each and every one of you to get out this weekend and dance like it is the last dance of your life!</span></b>Mind Over Matter (M.O.M.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625357879495358862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466517854462110639.post-50279116572276720702016-01-18T06:00:00.000-05:002016-01-19T19:20:09.352-05:00My Seven Stages of Grief: Reconstruction and Working Through<div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">I certainly needed to reconstruct myself and several aspects of my life. I had avoided and pushed some people out of my life, for no real good reason at all. I had pushed church out of my life, as well. Not because I was angry with God or anything like that. I certainly recognize that Craig was a gift to me and time with any gift is limited. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">No, I pushed away the church and the church people, my friends, because I felt that had been Craig's home and Craig's friends. He had been a member at The Old Stone Church for over twenty-five years. He married his first wife there and raised his two children in that church. It was their home for far longer than it had been mine. Craig had been a deacon and trustee at his church and was a respected member and friend to many. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">It was bad enough I was literally living in the home Craig had with his first wife and children, but to continue in his church just seemed odd. Dr. Mark, the head Pastor, reached out to me a number of times and even had my sisters take me to service about a month or so after Craig's funeral. It was an awful experience for me. I fought tears the entire service. The memories of Craig holding my hand in service hurt. The whole experience hurt and made me want to cry, but of course, I did not want to cry and hurt, so I avoided the church the rest of the year. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">I avoided those friends last year, as well. In my head, I was just simplifying my life and going back to my foundation of friends and family to get through the year. Thankfully, one church member continued to reach out to me. For this, I am grateful. She gave me the strength and courage to respond favorably to a church party invitation. It would have been simple to decline, real simple, but the right thing to do was to stop hiding and start healing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I've never made a "New Year's Resolution" as I know myself better. However, this year was different. I vowed to heal in 2016. I literally awoke on January 1st, just two days after my meltdown at the Trans Siberian Orchestra concert, and threw an awful fit over a dog mess. I slammed, stomped, screamed, swore and scared the hell out of my boyfriend. Sadly, I immediately felt relief, release and strength. Shortly after, I went out with my girlfriends and was renewed, and a bit in shock over my behavior. But, hey, I got that out of my system. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was determined to have a better, no a great, 2016. Clearly, 2015 was not the best year given the death of my husband, loss of so-called-friends and the financial mess I had to face. It can always be much worse and I certainly recognize this. I am always grateful for all that I had and do have. I am simply now on a mission to clean up, wipe out, fix and restore relationships, rumors, feelings, and well, myself. Time to turn my frown upside down, move forward, allow myself to feel again and not run from myself. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">NAILED IT!!! I planned this one quite well! I was going to go into depression mode from Craig's birthday (11/11) to Valentine's Day-Three long months of hibernation, sadness and feeling lonely. I would remember past birthday celebrations, all of our holiday celebrations and the awful last days and hours to his death. I had pictures, books and videos to view to help release the tears...unfortunately, to no avail. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">You see, there was only one small problem, All along, I had no real desire to fully execute this plan. I still wanted to dance and play and laugh. I had just started dating a wonderful man and certainly didn't want to have any meltdowns in front of him! I was excited about getting back on my feet and having someone to share my life with again. There was no time or room for "cra-cra." I had to be that happy-go-lucky girl he met a few weeks before my planned melt-down. Good luck, Kasey!</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Luckily, I had the pleasure of dining with several dynamic women from all different parts of my world over my winter break. I explained where I was emotionally with Craig's death and explained how I had planned my meltdown but was having some issues executing it. They either laughed or looked at me sadly, but all stated the same message: </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">You can't just PLAN your meltdown! </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Yes, I can. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">And so the conversations went. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Until a few of them </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">strongly suggested I seek counseling. WHAT? HELLO! I AM A COUNSELOR!!! I DON'T NEED NO STINKIN' COUNSELOR!!!!!!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Yep, that was the kick in the ass I needed to allow myself to fully grieve!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I knew I had built-up sadness. I knew I needed to just CRY! I knew I needed to be alone more to reflect. But that is not my personality. I am "Counselor Kasey," "Crazy Kasey." I like to be happy, not sad. So, I fought it real hard all these months until I finally had my first breakdown on December 30th...at the Transiberian Orchestra...in front of a few of my closest friends...and, yep, my new boyfriend. LOVELY. Timing is everything. My well-planned grief-tour was very poorly executed....but, damn, it felt really good! </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Thank goodness my friends were prepared for my meltdown and were able to comfort me. Also, thank goodness my dear boyfriend was patient and understanding. This can't be easy for him, that is for certain. What kind of basket case did he get himself involved with? Thankfully, he understood and was able to talk with me about my meltdown and well, my entire "Grief Tour" that officially hit home in December. Ugh. </span></span></span><br />
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Mind Over Matter (M.O.M.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625357879495358862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466517854462110639.post-39083112033598116682016-01-08T06:00:00.000-05:002016-01-08T06:00:10.428-05:00My Seven Stages of Grief: Anger and Bargaining<div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">
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Mind Over Matter (M.O.M.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625357879495358862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466517854462110639.post-43628719975683457322016-01-06T06:00:00.000-05:002016-01-06T06:00:00.667-05:00My Seven Stages of Grief: Pain & Guilt<div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And yes, life certainly felt chaotic and scary as my once financially stable, ok financially spoiled, livelihood was questionable now. Instead of limos, I was using Uber. I found a less expensive cleaning lady, lawn service and cut a few other corners. OK, I wasn't desolate, but I wasn't living "la vida loca!" Despite still being a shareholder/part owner of my husband's company, I no longer had access to the loges, suites and floor tickets for all of our major sports games. Back to the bleachers:) </span><br />
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Mind Over Matter (M.O.M.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625357879495358862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466517854462110639.post-49619557025006898642016-01-04T06:00:00.000-05:002016-01-04T06:00:18.272-05:00My Seven Stages of Grief: Denial & Shock<div class="p1">
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<a name='more'></a>Mind Over Matter (M.O.M.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625357879495358862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466517854462110639.post-68737071670579742162016-01-03T12:00:00.001-05:002016-01-03T12:00:09.227-05:00What is Grief? What is Mourning? <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before I can go on, let me give you a little background on my recovery thus far:</span><br />
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So, most of you don’t know that I actually planned my grief and mourning to occur from November 11, 2015 to February 14, 2016...because that's what OCD counselors do, right? </span></span></div>
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<b>Cleveland, OH, October 2015 – </b>A true collaboration between Kasey Crawford Kellem and her rescued Pit Bull, Belle Eve, teaches kids how to be resilient during loss and hardship. Anything is PAWSible if you believe! This heart-warming story of one dog’s trials during one of her owner’s journey with cancer and after losing him and rising out of the ashes of despair with a unique outlook and resilient attitude engages readers of all ages. Everything is narrated by Bella Eve herself and based on her actual life story with her owners Craig and Kasey Crawford Kellem.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“The inspiration to write a book with Bella Eve came after I was done writing my adult book: <i>Don’t Stop Believing: Our Journey with Cancer</i>,” said Kellem. “I wanted to inspire and help children to get through loss and heartache. There are many kids who know someone or an animal with cancer, but they do not know how to cope with the experience and have a hard time expressing their feelings about the situation. I felt by writing Bella Eve’s story, kids would know they are not alone in these struggles and would gain skills to cope.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Children of all ages will relate easily to Bella Eve and her story of losing her owner to cancer. The book includes information on a wide range of topics from being resilient to not letting go of dreams even in a time of loss, believing and trusting those around you, finding joy in life around you in hard times to not giving up on loved ones and friends. Each topic is uncovered as Bella Eve and Kasey journey through life during Craig’s illness and after his death. The format is designed to resonate with readers of all ages and open conversation about resiliency, hardship and loss.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Those who own dogs know they are far more than just animals; compassionate, intricate souls with deep emotions and thoughts. Kasey Crawford Kellem’s rescue Pit Bull fits the description to a tee. In fact, she is such an inspiration that Bella Eve and Kellem have plans to write more books together.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You can purchase <i>Bella Eve: The Bounce-Back Dog</i> through Halo Publishing’s website (<a href="http://halopublishing.com/" style="color: purple;" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">http://halopublishing.com</span></a>), Amazon, B&N and local bookstores.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span class="s1">Cleveland, OH, August 2015 – There’s more than one way to tell a sad story, but sharing a true story of love, hope, faith and the loss of a loved one to cancer can be painful, difficult and heart wrenching, as well as uplifting and encouraging. The personal narrative of Don’t Stop Believing: Our Journey with Cancer, by Kasey Crawford Kellem is a remarkable memoir that shares her personal struggle, unconditional love for her husband Craig, and their losing battle against prostate cancer.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">In the memoir, Don’t Stop Believing: Our Journey with Cancer readers experience some of the uplifting events and ways Kasey and Craig celebrated, danced and enjoyed life. “You have a choice in this world and we chose to believe,” said Kasey, and believe they did. With a cancer diagnosis hanging over their heads, Kasey and Craig paid it forward by encouraging others also battling cancer and hardships to find the joy in life around them. Kasey and friend, Harry, even started a trend based off the concept of a Flash Mob to help uplift not only Craig, but family, friends, co-workers and complete strangers with what they dubbed a Love Mob.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Kasey is a big believer, teacher and role model of being resilient. Living with Multiple Sclerosis and having lost her mother eleven years ago, she knows how to overcome challenges. “My mom used to say, ‘If this is the worst that can happen to you, then you’re lucky,’” said Kasey. “Craig also had a motto: 'This too shall pass.' Because we believed and celebrated life, laughed, dreamed and were surrounded by loving people, we were able to get through the hard times.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">In Don’t Stop Believing: Our Journey with Cancer readers will relate to the love and devotion Kasey and her husband Craig experienced as they believed and celebrated to the very end. Much of the memoir draws upon memories and social media posts Kasey shared on Facebook throughout their journey with cancer. “When I sat down to write after Craig passed, it was very raw and fresh to me the experiences we went through. I found going through my timeline and being able to reflect was very cathartic and therapeutic. I wasn’t able to process what was happening to us at the time. I was on autopilot. I couldn’t let myself get emotional. I had to be a rock for my husband. But now, I was able to see what happened and how we made it through to the end. Writing this memoir has helped me process everything. I’m not bitter. I don’t play the ‘What if’ game. We lived…we believed,” shared Kasey.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Kasey Crawford Kellem’s raw honesty reveals every emotion she faced and the various thoughts that raced through her mind after her husband Craig was given his death sentence. Don’t Stop Believing: Our Journey with Cancer is not exactly happy. It’s not that kind of book. However, it will linger long and hard in the minds of readers and show life is worth living no matter the outcome. But it’s not a cancer book either…because cancer books suck.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">When I taught special education about 20 years ago, I would often tell my mother funny, rather incredulous stories either beginning or ending them with, “I can’t make this S#*! Up!” She would agree after hearing my stories and repeatedly told me I need to write a book! </span></div>
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Mind Over Matter (M.O.M.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625357879495358862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466517854462110639.post-8899628659171812822014-12-22T19:43:00.002-05:002014-12-22T19:43:17.553-05:00Please Contact Publisher: Lisa M. Umina<br />
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Westlake, Ohio, Dec. 3, 2014 – Middle School Counselor Kasey Kellem says about 50% of the students she works with have problems with anxiety. That’s one of the reasons why she wrote the book “Relax.” Recently released through Halo Publishing International, it’s the third book in a five-part series called “Mind Over Matter” or M.O.M. Geared toward pre-school students, each book teaches a certain characteristic of becoming resilient.<br />
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“Everybody faces adversity at some point in life,” says Kellem. “The earlier a child learns how to become resilient, the easier it will be for them to deal with life’s struggles.”<br />
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Through her research, Kellem found that teens and young adults are not prepared to handle adversities such as bullying, divorce, abuse, death and disease, which may occur in their lives.<br />
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“This lack of resiliency, I feel, has been the cause of increased school violence and shootings,” says Kellem.<br />
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She studied 9 school shootings along with the most recent one at Sandy Hook Elementary school in Newtown, Connecticut. Almost two years ago to the day, on Dec. 12, 2012, Adam Lanza fatally killed his mother and then shot 20 children and six adult staff members before he took his own life. The troubled boy was a target of relentless bullying who also dealt with disease and divorce.<br />
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Kellem’s books teach on the five characteristics of resilancy: 1.Believe that you can get through adversity; 2. Surround yourself with those who love and support you; 3. Learn to relax; 4. Have a dream with goals; 5. Maintain a sense of humor. She says these characteristics help kids develop social competence, problem-solving skills, critical consciousness, autonomy and a sense of purpose. Kellem says all the students responsible for school shootings dealing back to Columbine in 1999 were missing some of these factors.<br />
Kellem says she and her husband both practice the five characteristics of becoming and staying resilient. Currently, she fights Multiple Sclerosis, while her husband struggles with cancer.<br />
“We fight with enthusiasm and a positive attitude to fight stress,” says Kellem. “We have people around us who love and support us and we look for humor. It’s what get’s us through life.”<br />
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You can purchase The Mind Over Matter (M.O.M) books including “Relax” through Halo Publishing. Each sells for $16.95<br />
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Kasey Kellem is a middle school counselor and a former special education teacher, who has devoted her life to help children who are facing adversity to be resilient. She has earned a Bachelors Degree and Masters Degree in Special Education and an Educational Specialist Degree in Counseling. She is a devoted wife, stepmother, sister, daughter and friend.<br />
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Today is the one year anniversary of our adoption of Bella! What a joy she has brought my husband who is battling cancer and me, his caregiver!<br />
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Not sure how easy it is to relax with your dog, but sometimes if my one year old pit bull is tuckered out enough, she will lay calmly with me. Bella is quite a joy and loves to cuddle! I actually found myself spooning her one night? Who does that? She was such a warm comfort to me while my husband was hospitalized.<br />
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But I am a bit too hyper myself to actually rest or lie down during the day. My idea of relaxing comes in the form of brisk walking with Bella. Since the day we brought her home (a month ago today), she and I have enjoyed our daily 45 minute to one hour walks. We rarely alter the route that she knows by heart.<br />
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I must say the walks weren't always relaxing, in fact the first few months were anything but relaxing. But, once she learned not to pull and to stay at my side, we were able to enjoy a stress-free walk!<br />
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I am so grateful to have our puppy as she has been with us through my husband's illness offering me comfort and solace. The walks relax and revitalize me daily.<br />
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Relaxing with your dog can be as simple as taking a nap or taking a walk. Either way, dogs bring great comfort to the spirit!<br />
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